Once again, O Brahmin, a beautiful story was narrated. In the ancient city of Kānyakubja, there lived a Brahmin, renowned for his devotion to charity. Whatever wealth he received, he gave away in gifts, never keeping anything for himself. One autumn, as the sacred vow of Navadurga was observed, the Brahmin pondered, “What should I do today so that I may be endowed with wealth?” Filled with sorrow at his lack, he was, in that moment, blessed by the grace of the Goddess. Inspired, he undertook a nine-day fast, observing the vow without taking any food. Elsewhere, there was a lord of the Vidyādharas named Jīmūtaketu, who enjoyed divine pleasures and delights for many years. By the power of a wish-fulfilling tree, a most excellent son was born to him. In a previous birth, this son had lived in the most distinguished region of Madhyadeśa. Once, that king, eager for hunting, set out for the sport. Yet, on the ninth day of the bright half of Caitra, no living being was harmed, for it was a sacred time. That night, in the hut of Vālmīki, a vigil was kept, and, through the merit of his deeds, a song about Rāma was heard. The great soul performed worship of the wish-fulfilling tree. The tree spoke to him, saying, “My auspicious city—” and as it finished speaking, the city became one with the king. All those present, by the grace of the wish-fulfilling tree, became equal to kings. On the splendid Malayā mountain, they performed intense austerities. There, in the temple of Śiva, was a maiden named Kamalākṣī, renowned for her beauty. Jīmūtavāhana, the son of Jīmūtaketu, also came to the temple for worship. Upon seeing her, he was struck by the arrows of desire. Jīmūtavāhana offered salutations: “Salutations to Madana, salutations to you, son of Kṛṣṇa.” He repeatedly saluted Kāma, the five-arrowed one, and Pradyumna. The blessed deity Makaradhvaja was pleased by his devotion. Viśvāvasu, famed and illustrious, was the son of that king. After bowing to Nara and Nārāyaṇa, he arrived, riding upon Garuḍa. Where Jīmūtavāhana was, Viśvāvasu wept greatly in many ways. After consoling the old woman present, he asked, “By whom has this sorrow come?” She replied, “Afflicted by separation from him, I, of noble lineage, lament.” Garuḍa then took Jīmūtavāhana and proceeded along the path of the sky. Kamalākṣī saw him, standing in the sky, devoured by Garuḍa. Then Garuḍa, frightened, quickly returned and said, “O Lord, listen to my words, O wise one. I have come into your presence for the protection of her son. Afflicted by the sorrow of that serpent, he has obtained an enemy. O wise one, abandon human food and take up divine nourishment—for Jīmūtavāhana and also for the daughter of the Vidyādharas. You, having attained the most excellent kingdom in the city of the Vidyādharas—” Having spoken thus, the god vanished. Jīmūtavāhana obtained the kingdom from his father.